When you read this, I will likely be scurrying around trying to find my ship, the AmaLea, which will be my home for the next seven days and nights as I cruise up the Danube from Budapest (where I am now) to near Munich. It is billed as a “wine cruise” which I assume means I will also be tasting a few wines. Is that sufficient to elicit a “rough life” comment? As I do when on the road, I re-publish a Sundays Are For Sebastian, this being one of the earliest posts, when now 10 year-old Sebastian was four.
A couple of months ago, I started a new weekly theme: Sundays are for Sebastian. Sebastian is my four-year old and he says some of the funniest things–we have no idea where he gets his material since his mother and I are rather boring, serious people. Here is another doozy:
Sebastian (who still can’t read): “Daddy, what does my shirt say?”
Me: “‘T-Ball All-Stars'”
Seba: “I was on the All-Star team?”
Me: “Yes, last year.”
Seba: “Well, THAT’S impressive!”